Chapter 17

I had been sitting on this half wall waiting the supposed package to materialize somewhere and hopefully in the soonest because the night was not very warm plus I was far to bored just sitting down doing absolutely nothing.

Correction; waiting.

Kindly shut the fuck up Golden.

Since you asked nicely…

I was slowly losing my bloody mind here.

At the end of the road, the street lamp shone dimly like it could give up like those beside it any second. The silhouette of a man came into my line of sight and I discreetly slipped the gun I was given out from my trousers. Pants.

He stopped roughly two feet away from me. I breathed out, my breath coming out in an inaudible whoosh.

"You need something mate?" I ask him and he lifted his head slightly; all I could see was a beard and his lips. I gripped the gun tighter when he slowly put his hand into the inner pocket of his jacket but I relaxed when he removed a paper bag, he then went ahead to fling it at my feet, smile and turned around.

I waited until he was out of sight before picking it up. Inside it was something flat completely concealed by a black tape.

I know I was warned not to open the package but what Matteo doesn't know wouldn't kill him and I get to keep my arm. I flipped it in all possible directions and even shook it a little but I couldn't figure out what it was. It was light and rectangular and the only thing I could think of it being was a book. A bike drove past me causing me to quickly put it back into the paper bag and start the walk back to the warehouse.

I think I should get my own bike.

***

I was seated in art class with Tobias and for some reason he kept glancing at me making it difficult to focus on the model I was drawing.

Her name was Madeline and she was also a student in our class but was chosen to sit on a wooden stool. The art teacher instructed us to make a profile of her from the angle we were seeing her from.

"What?" I asked getting fed up and a little peeved from his staring.

He flinched and shook his head making me frown and wonder what his problem was. Suddenly he tore out the sketch paper that was on his donkey and stuffed it into his bag; this gained the teachers attention.

"Are you alright there, Mr. Gunn?"

He nodded.

"Please see me after this class"

"I said I am fine" Tobias replied, albeit a little rude. The teacher raised his hands in surrender and walked back to his seat.

"That was rude" I murmur to him and he runs his hand through his hair.

"I know" replied sounding frustrated and a little angry at himself.

"Are you alright, Tobias?" I turn to face him and he clenched his jaw and suddenly raised his hand up.

"Excuse me, sir. Can I use the bathroom?"

"Yes, Tobias" the teacher replied and he quickly walked out of the class.

Weird.

TOBIAS

I washed my face with water from the sink and stared at my ashen face in the mirror. I have been feeling a little sick since yesterday, having terrible stomach aches from nowhere along with constant headaches and dry heaves, I thought it was a stomach bug or a fever but the symptoms felt too violent to be any of those. Gripping the sink tighter when I felt myself swaying sideways, and shaking my head to lose the feeling only seemed to aggravate the headache. The last thing I remembered was my eyelids getting heavy, and wanting to shut my eyes for a bit.

***

I woke up because of an uncomfortable feeling in my throat. Like I had swallowed cotton and a shit load of sand. Opening my eyes, I realized I was in a strange room; I didn't know what my first thought was but it flew out of my mind before I could grasp it when I saw a familiar ink sleeve.

George was seated on a hammock chair, her knees pulled up to her chest and a pencil scratching against the book she held close to her face. She looked up and we locked gazes, then she put her feet on the floor and looked all over my face.

"What?" I asked her not entirely comfortable with her blatant staring.

"How are you feeling?" she asked softly.

"Good"

"Can you stand?"

I sat upright and nodded. "I think"

"Then you can be on your merry way. Open the door and walk downstairs, you can't miss the exit"

"That is just cold hearted of you George. You don't kick your one night stand out like that, it just starts up a chain reaction that just, well, make things awkward. Take it from someone who knows"

My heart stopped in my chest.

"Did we…?"

"I don't understand stupidity or dumbness. Try English, Tobias"

DID YOU HAVE SEX WITH ME WHILE I WAS UNCONSCIOUS?! My mind screamed but all I could do was gape at her dumbly.

She rolled her eyes and stood up from her chair and sat on a bean bag at the corner of her room, "no Tobias, I didn't fuck you while you were passed out on my bed. You didn't give me consent"

Robin laughed from beside me on George's bed and I cleared my throat, embarrassment colouring my face like a tomatoe.

"How did I end up here?" I asked, feeling embarrassment again because of the amused smirk Robin wore on her face as she watched us.

"The Art teacher-"

"Mr. Daniels" I interrupted.

"Huh?"

"The name of the Art teacher is Mr. Daniels"

She shot me a bland look. "The Art teacher told me to follow you to see if you were fine after you left for the bathroom. He said I should check if you were fine and needed any help" she replied nonchalantly whilst scrolling through her phone.

"So you entered the boy's toilet"

"No mate, you were passed out at the entrance of the bloody loo. Do I look like a fucking pervert to you?" she said, her voice raised slightly.

Robin gave a weird cackle and fell off the bed then yelped.

The ridiculousness of the situation drove out a chuckle from George and before I knew it, the three of us were laughing.